Tuesday, September 9, 2014

A marked page


     My coffee cup spills in misshaped circles on pages 122 and 123 of my book. Each splotch bubbles and rises before spreading out to dry in uneven designs. It is no longer like every other copy in print, and it has taken on a character of its own. I shall  return to the exact pages easily and pick up with the stained life of the protagonist if I ever read that novel again.